I'm getting used to getting old but where's my ambition - Days of

omission

I feel broken down inside because my words seem to be trite adding

to the overwhelming

Always a question of truth your truths question my efficiency

Shocking - The words you can't hear

Impact - The words I can't write

Recycled words don't justify...

none of these words suffice searching for the sharp words

to drive the message in I put the last words down then I begin

to question the truth